Fern
Fern and her twin sit beside the small creek
In quietness they wait under the shade trees
At the base of the woodsy, rocky, steep peaks
The wet bubbles tickle, Fern sways with the breeze
A cooler place even in the heat of summer
Where they flourish in stability
How Fern longs to be an uprooted number
No longer living in tranquility
They're rumors floating on the stream this day
Of life in the city after sunset
Heterogeneous living with play
A life so different from the outset
Fern is tied, rooted, and bound to the land
One hope is to release youth to life grand
Finis'
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